My Sister and I Recorded Everything for Three Months — Then a Doctor Finally Believed Us
“Why didn’t you tell me about the insurance?” Nora asked me, gripping my hand.
“Because you were barely sleeping as it was,” I whispered.
“If he’d realized we knew, he’d have moved faster.” She was quiet a moment.
“Don’t ever carry something like that alone again,” she said.
And I promised her I wouldn’t, and I meant it, and it was the first promise in three years I had made to someone I trusted.
Chapter 9 — Each Held What the Other Lacked